DON’T TELL ANYBODY

He held her hands tentatively that moment…with a thousand thoughts racing through his mind. In his mind were images of flesh, raw naked flesh.  His rivers of sub consciousness were beginning to overflow to a horrendous torrent that was soon going to devour the bank of his consciousness, the trees of lucidity to soak. But he wouldn't for any reason ruin the moment. She had laid her head on his chest, one that hadn't come without a price. The dumbbell would indeed forever sing his praise for all his numerous exploits. He had stroked her hair, caressed her cheeks and even kissed her forehead but he still had something else he wanted to do. Something that had gained great prominence in his list of anticipated accomplishments. He whispered into her ears how much he cherished her presence, how he couldn't live without her. Underneath her calm expression he could discern a blush enveloping her cheeks, a faint pink in the reflection of the moon’s dim light. He could tell she felt it too, something they both shared that couldn't be denied, a strong longing that had been thrown to a climax through time and circumstance. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer this time with no intent to let go, the passion would do its magic.

               "Cindy" he started but she was far too gone in the euphoria of the moment. She was deeply engrossed in this thing that was happening that she could leave no scintilla of her senses behind to attend to trifle matters. 

                "Cindy" he called again softly with a note of sensuality that was targeted at getting her the more in tune with his foolproof plan. 

                ''I have been thinking'' he began, and then continued. He suddenly flinched when her hands brushed his cheeks in a teasing manner. She had laughed and told him to brace himself for more were not far on their journey near.  He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it tenderly, then encircled his arms all the more securely around her waist. 

                ''I think that what I was about to say is not necessary since we both seem to be on the same page''. At this, she calmly removed his uneasy arms and asked, ''what is it you wanted to tell me?''.

                 ''Cindy'' he said in a cooing voice. ''Let us forget all this and carry on. I know you feel what I feel. There is no denying it''. 

                 ''Feel what?'' She retorted, an inhibited aggression coming to life . 

                 ''Feel what?'' she repeated. 

Then his phone rang "don’t tell anybody I like the way you hold my hand...don’t tell anyone…’"

          The ringing persisted for three long minutes while he on ignoring, struggled to rekindle a flame that had come and gone like a flash of lightning. 

                 ''Baby I thought we were meant for each other''. 

He had broken the first principle of unspoken truths. For him, there would lie no chances. He was determined to hold her again. Baby this, Baby that went the drama, which was quick turning into a futile endeavor. She stood up and started leaving. He followed her closely, saying a word or two at cold intervals. Then she stopped in mid-stride and turned to face him. He looked into her eyes hoping that the flame that he once saw in there would suddenly revive. 

                   ''Listen here Kenneth, if you say one more word I would slap you''. 

He was taken aback by this ''Baby!!!!".

The slap came too fast, too cruel and unexpected. The environment was beginning to swirl into an image of mixed colors, different voices and fading lights. 

                   ''Cindy what have you done…?'' he whispered, scared she had caused his untimely demise.

              He woke with a start to the ringing of his Nokia E5 ''don’t tell anybody I like the way you hold my hands, don't tell anyone ...". He stood up to a resounding slap that was delivered with such expertise that its results were without doubts worthy of the effort. He looked up to discover who the early morning visitor was. Before him, stood Cindy. 

                   "So you no longer answer your phone?'' She asked angrily and he was at once bereft of answers.

By UCHE OSITA JAMES

      300 Level, Law